I haven’t had an easy time of it the past while. I am grateful to those who haven’t minimized my feelings during this particularly rough patch. I am grateful for those who have shown genuine concern and unconditional love and support. I’m grateful for those who asked. I am grateful for those who haven’t questioned what I needed to do. I’ve missed writing. I’ve missed painting. But, I’ve really enjoyed sitting still in the woods and watching the birds. I’ve enjoyed watching the river and the pond. The river has always taught me how dramatically everything can change. The little critters that eek out survival on the river teach me that, in fact, life is just as brutal as it is beautiful. Treasure the moments. Don’t cave in the least little bit to the challenges…it only takes a moment of hesitation on the fight and you can be a goner.
The state of things in the U.S.A. and the exposure to the media via the news and social media have, in part, impacted my mind set. While it’s not the whole picture, it certainly did not assist in a feeling of hopefulness or optimism. Through this impact, I’ve become very mindful of supporting the Canadian economy in my purchases and spending. And, I will continue to do so.
However, I wavered in one regard. The only way that I would have the opportunity to see my high school bestie before she left her volunteer position at Big Hole National Battlefield in Montana for her home in Michigan, was to travel across THAT border. My heart ached to be with Ramona, so, setting all of my concerns and worries and sadness aside, I got up one day and decided to go.
There is something inherently magical about road trips and I am no stranger to doing road trips on my own, but this time, I even left my beautiful and loyal companion, Max, behind. This was the second time in 12 years that we were separated. I think I heard him barking, “POOP HEAD!!”, as I pulled out of my spot in front of the house and headed for Magrath.
My Auntie Ruth doesn’t mind me hanging out with her and I really like her company. You want a Wild Cherry icecream cone? Of course! You haven’t got milk or bread? Let’s go! It’s been a while since you saw your sister? Heh, hop in the car!!
Driving on roads that I used to share with my grandfather…evening light…canola fields…magic!
I didn’t sleep well that night, so was up and on the highway at around 6 the next morning. I filled my travel mug with hot coffee and topped up the gas $1.28 and headed east for Raymond. I love early-morning driving. The journey continues in Road Tripping.